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Brandon Belt’s Not-So-Subtle Message of Mayhem

As those of you who have been reading this blog for a year or more know (if you are one of those, well, thank you!), the beginning of Spring Training can be a jittery time for me.  It’s just like seeing someone you haven’t seen in a long while and wondering, Will we still like each other?  I mean, I’m completely in touch with my Giants over the offseason, but that moment of the first pitch is still another whole ballgame.  No pun intended, believe it or not.

That’s why I was pleasantly surprised this year to find that my usual jitters had disappeared in a poof! of orange and black smoke.

It probably helped that my first game was actually the second game overall.  Blame the people over at Little League ump training who are quite probably A’s fans.  (Just kidding, people at ump training!  Sorta.)  I thought I would get to hear some of the first game, but the clock was not on my side and I ended up clean missing it.  I came back to a nasty sunburn and no ballgame.  Talk about buzzkill.

Upside?  When I settled in with my Giants fleece blanket- in the 80 degree weather.  Yeah.- for today’s game, I wasn’t scared in the least.  I was just so completely ready to get this game started that my nerves flew out the window and instead I ended up grinning like the crazy fish lady that I am and whooping my heart out when Joe Martinez came in to pitch.  Yeah, I know he was pitching for the Diamondbacks and all, but in my mind, he’s a Giant forever and always.  I hope he does smashingly well this year, against everyone but us and most especially against the Dodgers.

I also whooped my heart out for, well, everyone on the Giants, in case you’re wondering.  Even the ones who I wasn’t sure I’d heard of.  Hey, as long as they claim to be Giants I’m down to be a fan of theirs.  Such is the way of the Kool-Aid we call Spring Training.

And, oh, can we talk bees for a second?  If you haven’t heard the story yet, I’ll clue you in quickly:  a swarm of bees decided to make the field their new home for a cool 45 minutes or so and left pretty much everyone at the stadium in either the get-me-out-of-here camp or the get-them-out-of-here camp.  United we stand and divided we fall.  So we fell for a while.  A boatload of people and fire departments later then, they were disposed of.  We stood again.  It did, though, take multiple attempts to goad the pesky bees with lemonade and cotton candy.  No joke.  I told you Spring Training is weird.

Angel Pagan also got me as a fan for life with this quote (quote and photo from MLB.com): “I didn’t know what to do.  If I get stung by one, that means I’m going to get stung by a million. I was right next to the bathroom in case I had to lock myself in.”

I.  Love. This.  Guy.

Personally, I am of the opinion that those killer bees were none other than our own killer B, Brandon Belt, who is obviously a werebee and is sending not-so-subtle messages to Sabes and Boch that if he doesn’t get more play time during the season, mayhem will follow.

Yeah, that sort of mayhem.  Pre-cise-ly.

Lastly!  Kevin of www.westsideculture.mlblogs.com sent in this photo to me from Saturday’s Spring Training opener for the Giants.  I could not, obviously, pass up a chance to talk about Chris Stewart, so here ‘tis.  Chris Stewart rocks, mais non?

Diamond Girl

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The Hypothetical Game of Tigers vs. Giants

Let’s do a little hypothetical game here called, “Tigers vs. Giants”.  Now, this never happens, except in times like last year’s Interleague Play, but that’s no matter because I’m not talking about a game game between the two.  I’m talking about the rosters, lined up next to each other and Dave Dombrokswi and Brian Sabean, nose to nose.

First off, I’m a Giants fan, not a Tigers fan.  (Well, duh.)  So I am slanted to believe that the Giants are the absolute best team ever and all that.  But like many San Fran’ers at the moment, I think, I’m a little frustrated and not completely believing that despite myself.  Make that mucho frustrated, Los Gigantes.

The two big MLB deals that went down yesterday were interesting juxtapositions, in that sense.   In case you missed ‘em or just like my fabulous recaps:

The Tigers signed first baseman Prince Fielder to a nine year deal, worth $214 million dollars.  Close your mouth.  I know that’s a big deal, but it doesn’t suit your face shape.

The Giants, meanwhile, reportedly reached a two-year deal with our resident oddball (one of many, that is) Tim Lincecum, worth $40.5 million, which sets him as the highest paid Giant ever, per year’s salary.  The Giants could very well still lock up Lincecum for many more years, before he becomes a free agent, but for now, it’s two years.

The deals are obviously different, in that Prince was a free agent and Timmy was not, Prince is a hitter and Timmy is not.  (No, really, he’s not.  Have you seen the clips of him trying to hit?)  But all the talk about the Fielder deal- from both the supporters of t and the people who think Dombrowski is more than a little nuts- has raised some interesting questions.

Some people say this kind of move by the Tigers is a statement that the organization is in it to win it and has a strong commitment to the team and the fans.  Just about everyone says this makes the Tigers a whole lot better. 

I don’t believe that teams should make moves to mollify fans or make it seem like they’re committed- sometimes the best commitment management can make is to sit back and let things evolve.  But there is still something there, in the Giants management, that reads distinctly like, “We have no plan,” to me, myself and I.  And no plan = no good. 

I know that a big part of the Timmy deal is that he doesn’t want a long-term contract and there’s nothing we can all do about that.  (Except make him cupcakes.  That might work, actually.)  But maybe, just maybe, that has something to do with the dragon that cannot spit fire that is the San Francisco Giants right now.  Not to say the Giants should sign a hitter for $214 million.  I don’t think they should, in fact.  But if they’re not going to do that they might, er, explore other options?

And I’m not talking about breaking Orlando Cabrera out of retirement here.

In the end, it’s not really Tigers vs. Giants.  More one philosophy vs. no perceived philosophy.  You can guess who wins. 

Dear January 24th in Giants history: you may now go disappear.  Thanks.  xoxo.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  Not to be all downer on you today, but Posada retirement?  Sniff-sniff.  That is all.

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Revealing the Real Reason Behind Sabean’s Splurges

I am now going to say something I don’t think I’ve been able to say all offseason.  So this is, like, history.  Ready?  Okay.  Here ‘tis:

There is lots to talk about!

I know, completely gasp-worthy.

But with the arbitration deadline looming, Spring Training sneaking closer and today being Official Obsess About Yu Darvish Day (that is, Darvish Signing Deadline Day) it’s actually true.

It would also probably explain why I am in a very smiley mood right this second.  People have actually quit talking about some madness they call “49ers” and are discussing our darling Giants.

Among a lot of people I have never heard of, some guy named Pablo Sandoval settled a three year extension with SF coming out to three years for $17.15 million as well as Nate Schierholtz and $1.3 million, Santiago Casilla at $2.2 million and Melky Cabrera at $6 million.

There was a study a while back that I am having no luck finding (probably because, yes, half the internet is blacked out and pretending to be censored) about how people spend more in the first few months of the year because they’re depressed by the cold weather and therefore reaching for their wallets for some impulse buys.

Let me tell you, we are having some seriously depressing weather in the Bay Area right now.  Blue Monday was two days ago.  It’s no wonder Sabes wants to do some retail therapy.

While he’s at it?  He should, for pity’s sake, give Timmy what he wants.

Okay, fine.  Just kidding.  (Not about Timmy, about the other stuff.)  I know he needed to sign these people.  And aside from Casilla who I am no way shape or form sold on, I’m pretty good with all of the deals.  There is, of course, the fact that the 2012 squad is liable to look a good deal like the 2011 squad, Andres Torres look-alike and possible act-alike (that is, Angel Pagan) in CF and all but it… could be worse than 2011, I suppose.

On the bright side, maybe the Diamondbacks will be terrible!

(Yes, I am being depressing.  I know.  Blame the weather, yo.)

As for Darvish, Jon Daniels announced that the Rangers and Yu have made a deal for six years, worth $60 million, and although JD basically looked like death warmed over (blame the late night negotiations, not the weather for that one) I was seriously stoked.  For one, that’s a lot of boxes of pasta/BMWs Darvish can buy, right there.  And also, I mean, there’s the little fact that the Rangers have a fabulous new pitcher for their rotation.  Which is kind of good news.  To brighten up the depressingness.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  In case you were left at the edge of your seat from my last post, I will put you out of your misery now and inform you that I am indeed boycotting the Golden Globes for the next hundred years.  Definitely.  Probably.  Maybe.  We’ll see, actually.  No matter what, Howard Shore is still God and still should have won.

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And Diogenes of Sinope Thought He Was a Cynic…

Well, he probably was.  He lived in a tub on the streets of Athens, for goodness’ sake.   That should probably be enough to earn him the title of Certified Cynic.

But the Ultimate Certified Cynic?  (Who is, perhaps by coincidence, also the Ultimate Tim Lincecum Fan?)

No, she came about 2397 years later.  Her name was Diamond Girl.  And she had a dual personality, part of which was very optimistic and nice and rooted for Joey Martinez to have a huge comeback and win a Cy Young Award and the other part of which was… skeptical of Ryan Vogelsong.  Very skeptical.  You can lynch me now, Giants fans.

It’s not that I don’t want to root for Vogelsong.  He’s a completely root-worthy guy and a darn good pitcher, too, but I can’t help wondering if the terrible baseball word “fluke” is at play here (that would be, fluke).  Which is awfully cynical of me, but there you have it.

And that’s why when I heard about the two year, $8.3 million the Giants gave him earlier this week, I felt torn.  Vogelsong has earned that security fair and square and I don’t doubt that he deserves the deal.  I think I just feel that, in some way, this is a sentimental deal on the part of Sabes et al.  Good stories only go so far and that’s not very far at all, when we’re talking about the actual playing field.

But you know what?  I hope that he comes out over the next two years and completely proves my skepticism wrong and tears it up.  Because that would be a good story.  And I am rooting for it, in truth.

Forget it, Diogenes of Sinope can have the Ultimate Cynic title back.  I am softie at heart.

Diamond Girl

p.s.  You should still sign my petition to help me become the new commish of Major League Baseball.  And make all your friends, too.  Tempt them with chocolate fudge.  Trust me, it works.

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Why I Am Stoked About the Dodgers

I am stoked about the Dodgers!  Which is weird, seeing as me + Dodgers = extremely bad match.

But this news that Torre may be making an attempt at buying the Dodgers?   That is more than enough to be stoked about.  Fantastic news, my friends.

I mean, it means we won’t get to see him every five seconds doing interviews during postseason rain delays as a rep for MLB (which was completely fun) but it does mean that we may have a very villainous, loathe-worthy Dodger owner in the foreseeable future!

Loathing McCourt doesn’t feel right, because even hardcore Dodger fans mostly loathe him.  Not an arguing piece.

Torre?

Absolutely dripping with Dodger blue terribleness.

In addition to which, it would make the rivalry more fun again and all that because we’d actually (hopefully) have a driven organization to compete against.  Assuming we are actually competing.  Which, with Baer the Evil Usurper in charge, is vaguely doubtful.

Speaking of which… has the offseason gotten eerily quiet lately or has the offseason gotten eerily quiet lately?  Sabean has either pricked his finger on a spindle and fallen asleep for 100 years (that is, until Spring Training) or Baer has a knife to his back and is all, “Do not make any moves, my young Padawan!”

Yes, I think Baer totally speaks Star Wars talk.

And no, I do not know if Sabes is actually younger than Baer, so the “young Padawan” thing is probably a little weird.

Yes, I could just Google it and be Creepy Stalker Diamond Girl and find both their birthdates, but you wouldn’t want to make me do that and keep me from the delicious coffee ice cream I am about to eat, now would you?

I thought not.

Diamond Girl

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